The Woman in Red
solves the Mandala Murders
with Scarlet Bullets!
See Secrets Revealed –
The lawyer hides seven ancestors.
Crimson Shadows Stalk!
Vermilion Night Dread !
The hero is determined,
Death orbits tangents.
The Woman in Red first appeared in the period known to comic book historians as the Golden Age of Comic Books. Created by writer Richard E. Hughes and artist George Mandel, she first appeared in Thrilling Comics #2 (March 1940), published by Nedor Comics. She is considered the first masked female comic book crime fighting hero.
I started playing with some collage scans, my digital art pieces, a couple of digital copies of illustrations from these early comics. Considering the sequence, I thought they could easily be illustrations for old Saturday Serial Matinee posters or for weekly advertisements for a Golden Age Radio Show. I created episode title-taglines using the 3 line haiku structure to accompany each composition.
The Woman in Red never had a chance to cross over into other popular forms of mass media; she didn’t even earn her own comic book title. This post presents artifacts from a what-if-history, that in a small way, corrects this lost opportunity.
He munched on a garlic herb pita chip, as her gaze froze on the photogram . The violin played “I remember Paris” – neither dared touching it as the music floated up into the stark room. The desk lamp flickered in a panic of foreshadowing; “perhaps it is time to consider our options” – then, like a stranger in the night, the ceremonial spear flew between them, striking the brass ballerina, now all bets were off the table and scattered on the parquet floor…..
fallen torn pieces
make such a pretty picture –
austere edges stare.
Anyway, that’s how they remembered it.
looking at the pieces of rice paper, the fibres twist, turn through threads of memories & dreams, drifting clouds caress sun’s rays & ocean’s sprays, turquoise green spirals up-downward pale confused awakening knowledge seeping through roots of time-generation’s call; emerging from mist memory – Lost Lemuria, some call Mu, Pan-Pacifica Zealandia, it calls out of fable reveries like childhood fancies fabricated in endless summer’s haze of greenflowerfragrancefolds-tornleafthornbarktears; kitten string play paws tangle-unwind mural maps from Lost Lemuria’s walls that sing-weeping for place-things now uncharted – spheres of knowledge etched woven to connect dream, sky, surf impassioned shores with the latitude & longitude of the pieces of ideated engraved equations.
lost continent’s lore
leaves holes in certainty’s stance-
fancy laps at feet
For more fancies see: Atlantean Wall Murals
Shifting lines melt freeze
this uncertain Spring Shoreline –
sun’s rays skinny dip.
Such Hot Stuff right here –
it sticks to your soul & dreams,
careful where you step.